Page 26 of Lucifer's Redemption

My glare shut him up, his hand dropping. If he was any other person, he would have fainted in fright. My eyes bore into him, so much so that he could see the pain I could do to his mind alone.

Uriel, oblivious to this stare, had her big, golden eyes twinkling between her lashes. “Oh, thank the Celestial Heavens! If you didn’t like Luci, you definitely wouldn’t have liked the other nickname I gave you.”

Loki’s head shot up, crawling to the end of his bed, yet remained far enough away so that I did not strangle the little prick. “What’s the other nickname?” He giggled.

“Lurch.” Loki and I looked at each other, not understanding the new name. “You know, from the Addams Family? ‘They’re creepy and they’re kooky, mysterious, and spooky…’” Uriel continued to sing the theme song from the human television show while Loki rolled on the bed with his arms on his stomach.

Sighing, I pinched my nose with my thumb and index finger. Her little bounce with the song and dance routine had me staring at her far too hard as her skirt swished around. Chuckling, I sat in the chair that was typically covered in clothes and chuckled at the situation.

“Why Lurch though?” Loki grinned. “What makes you think of Lurch when you look at Lucifer?”

Uriel stuck out her hip, putting her hand on it. Her finger tapped her lips, something she liked to do. They were lush and shiny; the pink gloss she wore highlighted one of her best features.

“Because he is really tall, he walks around with a scowl on his face, and he barely talks. Except he isn’t ugly like Lurch. No, he is better looking.” Her face blushed. A curl of my lip had her eyeing me, intently waiting for the smile that I would never give. “A lot cuter,” she mumbled again before turning away.

“Holy Mary-Fucking-Poppins! What the hell happened to your room, Prince of Pranks?” Ares strode through the door with Mariah’s arm wrapped around his hip. “Did Tartarus freeze over?”

Loki rolled his eyes, waving Ares away. “Nah, just pickin’ up a little,” he mumbled.

“We played a game!” Uriel chirped. “We threw all his clothes through the hoop to pick up. It was a lot more fun that way.” Uriel fluttered her wings wildly, staring up at the enormous giant of a god.

“Ahh. You must be Uriel.” Ares’ side glance provoked me to growl at him. His smirk indicated that he was planning something.

I will fucking kill him if he tries to fucking touch her.

“So, do you like to play doctor?”

“No, but it sounds like fun! How do you play?” Uriel leaned in to listen more.

“You should ask Lucifer over here, his tingly hands will—”

That’s it.

“Out!” I yelled.

Mariah, half-frozen in fear, tried tugging Ares, who stood there until we met eye-to-eye.

“You cannot speak to her.” I was nose-to-nose with him. My physique made me appear weak in the eyes of the War God, but I had much more power than he did.

Ares snorted, walking out the door. “Just playin’ around, man.” He threw out some gang signs to Loki.

I don’t know why Father is friends with him.

Before he left, he popped his head back into the room. “When you are done playing doctor, dinner is ready.”

I launched a small fireball at him. It grazed the door but chased him down the hall. When it scorched his ass, he screamed like a little girl.

Loki stood right next to Uriel. He continued to talk, chatting about everything and nothing. Uriel skipped along, trying to keep up with the three of us walking down the hall. She looked like she had two bodyguards escorting her as we entered the dining room.

Uriel’s eyes lit up, clasping her hands together like it was the best damn room she ever saw. “Whoa,” she spoke as she walked in. “I’ve only seen rooms like these in books.

“Probably ‘cause most of the things you have seen are in books,” Loki muttered under his breath.

Hera did not take the sentiment well, her hand gripped around a fork, causing it to bend at the neck. “Uriel, sweet pea, how about you come to sit next to me?”

I ground my jaw.Her mother was the source of my anger. I wanted to have her sit next to me, but of course, the only open spot next to her mother was smashed between her parents.

Uriel skipped over to her mother. Loki, groaning, pulled out a chair next to me. “I wanted to sit with her,” he whined. Mother only laughed at Loki while they served us dinner.

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